Guilty as ChargedHe was an explosion of pain. So many thoughts and feelings vied with each other, hitting the forefront of his mind like photographic stills from a newsreel. The moment was incomprehensible. All he could do was bow his head and walk in a straight line from the café to the awaiting van. On each side of him, shoving him on, was an officer of the Guardia Civil.
His feet trod the pavement. He wasn't seeing the dark sky, the buildings, the onlookers, yet he felt others there watching the horror of the moment, his fate.
Was one of them his father? Was one of them Juan Ramos, prized lawyer, come to watch his son as he was taken away, come to spit in his face? No, his father was tucked up in bed with his wife.
He trudged on, head hanging low, eyes to the pavement. He had no clea
